I'm getting REAL sick of Boone's whole Age-ism thing. I may be only 22, but I give work hard, give a shit, and come with glowing references. Doesn't that mean anything?
... well, apparently only to part-time, minimum wage jobs. I start training at Mtn Bagels tomorrow. I mean... it's something, right? Not something that will pay my bills... but something to make me feel a little less like an unemployable loser?
New classifieds Wednesday.
I keep telling myself just to sit back, breath, and work as hard as I can at this to make myself an opportunity.
Also! Don't let stress about this overlap into PERFECTLY FINE personal relationships.
OH, NEUROSES!
(However, I did have the pleasure of an epic-ly long telephone conversation with Mr. Finck, in which I rambled while he nic-fitted, and we both {hopefully} managed to distract ourselves from ourselves {a lil bit} to the overall benefit of our respected well-beings.)
(ALSO! Stress eating like a muthafucka.)
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